After the snowstorm last weekend, we shoveled out a path for Clio, who seemed to appreciate the effort, despite being a bit confused by the altered landscape.
“Wtf.” — Clio
“Srsly?” — Clio
“Laterz.” — Clio.
The older cats, who refused to go out in the snow, stayed inside with the orchids. Recently I bought a new “macro” lens for my camera — it was only $9.99 (via one the daily Kinja specials) — and these are the results.
Like most rational people, I suppose, I can’t help but view capitalism in its present form as a ‘voracious cancer on the body of civilization’ but I have to admit that I look forward to scrolling through the daily specials on Kinja and seeing the diverse array of material crap — 100 percent of which I don’t need, but which (as with the macro lens) I sometimes buy — being offered at reduced prices. I find it soothing to pretend for a few minutes that the world is a technological utopia, where all that really matters are the latest deals in video games, home accessories, and useless gadgets.
The orange orchids had been begging me to take a ‘macro’ of them for a while; when they saw the result, they felt a temporary bliss that was quickly pierced by an overwhelming doubt and — finally — more lasting sense of melancholy as they contemplated their place in the world.
“Welcome to modern capitalism.” — Elektra (via Walter Benjamin).
Meanwhile, the ‘Christmas Cactus’ bloomed a month late because of global warming.
And generally speaking there was a lot of confusion about exactly where to sit.
I wondered if, like Zephyr, I could ever comfortably sleep in a ‘full-pike position.’ With another summer Olympics approaching, it seemed like my chances of ‘bringing home gold for the U.S.’ were pretty slim.
Remember how I told you that I bought a ‘macro’ lens for $9.99? Well, it also came with a ‘wide angle,’ which you can see here.
Here’s the Empire State Building; to the right is one of the new ‘super tall’ luxury condominiums lining Central Park South. Seems like it probably took a team of architects a long time to come up with such an ‘innovative design.’ In five-ten years, the city is going to be filled with these things.
Before the snowstorm — as in two weeks ago — I went to Fort Tryon Park, which had received its first dusting of snow.
This was not long after David Bowie died, and I had “Life on Mars?” going through my head.
Two weeks later, I still have “Life on Mars?” going through my head.
Not that I’m complaining: it’s one of my favorite ‘David’ songs, and I always like to think of the lyrics as being ‘gay men’ instead of ‘cave men.’
This morning I went back to the park, where there was still quite a bit of snow.
I still had ‘Life on Mars?’ going through my head.
The heather was still in bloom.
But I forget to bring my new ‘macro’ lens.
I sang my version of a familiar song:
Sailors fighting in the dance hall
Oh man!
Look at those gay men go
It’s the freakiest show…
